There is no map for this

There is no map for this.

What is freedom, in a world where no-one is free? Is an ant free? Is a tree free? When all are connected to others, when all are in duty of producing and consuming something in order to exist. What kind of freedom is this? When humans refer to freedom they are referring to mental freedom, freedom from enchained ideas, perpetual, never ending patterns of actions and thought. And they want out. But actual freedom – meaning be whatever you desire in each moment, with no limitations whatsoever – is a fantasy in a world where labouring and the food chain is the basic action oriented available. No, there is no question of freedom. So what else remains? Accepting what is? Yes, maybe. Curiously gazing into what is? Wow, only for the strongest among us. Feeling every pain, every disappointment, every moment of joy – without loosing yourself in it? Without believing yourself to be it? Accepting bearing no cloths and walking naked, with no memory at hand, no weapons, no plans, and no knowledge of powers. Only with the most advanced type of courage available. There is no map for this. And the only road is hidden in the deepest of the caves, unreachable not because of it’s unreachability but because we forgot its existence.

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DN 2016